A.W. Books & Poetry

You can write them with rich ink, a decent pencil, or a stray piece of lead

They can etch long legacies,

They can make no sense.

They start with a single letter until a tale starts to unfold

They may end in a heroic veil or in the bottom of a trashcan, damaged and lost

Some will be remembered for centuries

To be celebrated by all

Others do what they’re meant for and are forgotten in stacks of books, files, and folders.

Those fading in distant memories slowly die off with the contempt for the average being

Maybe even become angry landmines ready to detonate

Like infamous eulogies read amongst the crowds with their corners burned and singed with false praise.

Words are like people; they can build a tribulating legacy or fade away through time.

-Annalise W.